Noah-ism, again...

This morning, during breakfast: (Noah taking my hand) "Mama, you are my love."

Noah-ism

While sitting on the toilet: "Lolo, ihi (pee) and tae (poop) go together like pancakes and eggs go together."

A date with his mama...

I have about two weeks of class remaining this semester - meaning I haven't seen much of James or Noah. I'm at school way later than I should be, studying and trying my best to figure out what I am supposed to know about Constitutional law. It's much more complicated than I thought it would be... Consequently, James has been a "single dad." I've been coming home around midnight, and by that time Noah is asleep. I tried once to kiss him goodnight and accidentally woke him up. He sat up in bed, punched me in the face, then immediately fell back asleep. I've been feeling like a pretty horrible mom, so I promised Noah a date this weekend - just the two of us. Not only would Noah and I have some time just the two of us, but James would have some well deserved (and needed) time for himself.

Today was the big day and I took Noah to Liberty Park. We fed seagulls (we tried to feed the ducks, but every time we threw bread, the seagulls would come swooping in and steal the bread); we flew a Buzz Lightyear kite; Noah rode in a plane and a car; we climbed rocks and went on secret pathways; and we played on the playground. In short, it was AWESOME. It felt so good to be a real mama again!

By this point he was ready to go home:

And we're potty trained!!

I am going to go ahead and test my luck and throw this out there: Noah is potty trained!!! He has pooped in the toilet for FIVE DAYS IN A ROW!! Wow. What a wonderful feeling! :D Last night, as he was pooping, he COUNTED how many were in the toilet, proceeded to tell me that there was a whole family of poop and named them. All of them. Of course, papa was the biggest poop in the toilet.

Your Eyes Do Not Deceive You... This IS a New Blog Post!!

Thanks for sticking around!! I know that I've been really lax in posting, but, what can I say? Law school is crazy busy. CRAZY BUSY.

A lot has happened since July. Namely, Noah has transformed into Buzz Lightyear. And it has been a FULL transformation. Just try calling him "Noah." See if he responds. Well, he responds, just not in the way you would hope. He usually responds with a "I'm not Noah! I'm Buzz Lightyear!" Then he puts his hands on his hips and gives you the three-year old version's look of death. Everyone at school knows him as Buzz Lightyear. It's kind of cute. Kind of.

And given just how cute Noah is as Buzz Lightyear, do you really blame him for wanting to be Buzz?

These pictures were taken at a family Halloween party at the law school. He had a great time getting treats (and I actually let him eat one!), playing with the other kids, and just roaming the haunted halls of the SJQ. We all had a great time!!

Dance, Baby, Dance!!!

I don't care what you all have to say. I did NOT teach this kid how to dance. Repeat. I did NOT teach this kid how to dance.


Did you see the squinty look on his face? Not my squinty look.


I'm pretty sure that Nana is looking at Noah and thinking, "what is he DOING?"


I. DON'T. KNOW. But, whatever it is, he means business. I feel some big moves coming on... Wait for it. Wait for it. Okay, son. Break out the big moves.



YEAH! I didn't get the finale, unfortunately. I was laughing too hard.


I didn't teach Noah how to take pictures, either. Real Asians know how to take pictures. Right, mom?

I think he was aiming for Auntie Tina and Romnel, but it's hard to tell for sure.


Another one of Auntie Tina, but I have NO idea who is sitting next to her.


Yes, that's Noah's finger. Yes, Auntie Tina's eyes are closed.


We're making some serious progress. No finger in the shot, head mostly included. Nice.



I swear that kid who was dancing in those earlier pictures was wearing these same shorts.

Father's Weekend

Father's Day wasn't really Father's Day for the Dizon-Maughan/Maughan family. We had to celebrate ALL WEEKEND. Which was fine with me - you know how much I like going out.

Saturday we had a nice little barbeque with James's friend Cabbot. The day was really rainy, but we made the best of it by going to some outdoor adventure festival thing. Noah made a birdhouse and played miniature golf.


Sunday we started the day off by going to Market Street Grill for Father's Day brunch. Father's Day isn't known for it's brunches, but in my family, when it's papa who always makes breakfast, brunch is a big deal.



(Speaking of brunch, this is the kind of stuff James makes for us. And it was yummy.)



After brunch, we drove to Provo to spend some time with Grandma and Grandpa. Noah found this nice, comfortable chair on the porch.

And it was just right.

It's mostly bread!

This is why you can't give a two year old a doughnut for breakfast:

James, being the best daddy in the world, knows that doughnuts first thing in the morning aren't good for little rambunctious two year old boys. James, being the best daddy in the world who just so happens to have purchased some yummy doughnuts and wanted to eat one of those aforementioned doughnuts, tried to do what any reasonable parent would do - he tried to scarf one down without Noah catching him. He wasn't fast enough. Noah saw the contraband goody and told James that he wanted one for breakfast, too. James, knowing that he can't tell Noah no doughnuts for breakfast after he was caught having one for breakfast allowed Noah a few bites from his nearly finished doughnut.

This is a summary of the conversation that occured at LolaBe and LoloNes's house:

LolaBe: Did Noah eat breakfast this morning?
James: *pause* Yes. (Careful not to divulge any information about WHAT Noah had for breakfast.)
Noah: No, Papa! I had a doughnut - that's not breakfast!

Da Plane! Da Plane!!

We took Noah to his first airshow at Hill Air Force Base this past weekend. We saw planes, more planes and louder planes. And a lot of shirtless people. All men. All sweaty. All disgusting. Noah didn't pay any heed to them - there were far more interesting things to see:

Helicopters:
Jeeps:


And of course, airplanes:


We also saw this weird midget guy:



And after all that excitement, Noah just had to spend time in his new favorite spot in our house:

Where Do I Even Start?

The many faces of Noah James Dizon-Maughan. He's a complex boy, with a multi-faceted personality. James and I sit back, look at our handsome son and wonder, "where the h*ll did he come from? He's CRAZY." But crazy in a good way. Crazy in a way only a mother and father can love.

Let me introduce you to "The Noah," the boy who never ceases to amaze his mama and papa.

There is "Driver Noah":

Of course, he first has to check his hair.


Finally settling in for the drive.


Watch the road, son!!


The car Noah is "driving" is LoloNes's brand new car. With immaculate seats. Immaculate mirrors and windows. Immaculate until Lolo let Noah "drive" in the church parking lot. Father Rob's sermon must've really moved my dad. Either that, or Noah does not often hear "no" from his LoloNes or LolaBe. It must be the latter...

And to your right is Rocker Noah:

This is what he does when I say, "say cheese!"

Noah must've been listening to some hardcore rock-n-roll. Check out his stance and the look on his face. Classic rocker boy.

And this? Rock star fingers. Rad. Notice the intensity, his commitment to emulating the quintessential a rock star. Impressive. Although, I highly doubt that true rock stars wear Curious George Socks... I could be wrong.

And finally, the sweetest one of them all: Gardner Noah.

What started out as a light misting turned into a heavy, torrential flood of (relatively) high pressured water assailing my poor baby roses and purple-flower-thing.




Time for clean-up.


And that concludes today's tour of the Mysterious Mind of a Two-Year Old Boy Known as Noah.

Let Him Eat Cake

Ever wonder what happens when a two year old, deprived of cakes and other goodies, is FINALLY allowed to indulge?

This:

First, the confusion. Wait, what IS this stuff?

Still not sure what it is... Better take a bigger bite.

Mmmm... It's sweet and mama's letting me eat it!

Notice his left hand? It's reaching for another piece of cake while the right is busy shoveling more of the sugary goodness into his mouth.

Must eat EVERY SINGLE CRUMB.

I think he likes.

A LOT.

This part he can probably do without.